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Virginia Stackhouse
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Stories (3/0)
A Murder to be Solved
Ever listen to a crime podcast, or watch a crime documentary, silently hoping that you will recognize someone, and help solve a case? I really enjoy listening to crime podcasts; not for that specific reason, but it always helps to pass the time when doing chores or mundane tasks. Depending on who I was listening to, or what I was watching, I'd even laugh at times. One day, however, there was this one particular documentary that changed my life forever.
By Virginia Stackhouse2 years ago in Criminal
Hade's Express
“Ticket check, ticket check, please have your tickets ready!” Startled, I woke up from a deep sleep. Where am I, and how did I get here? Frantic, I feel around my jacket and look in my pocket for any sign of a ticket. Nothing. The last thing I remember, is that I fell asleep, in my bed. I don’t even remember dreaming. Is this a dream? I pinch myself, which I could feel, “no,” I think to myself, “it’s not a dream.” The conductor is a few isles behind me, now, “ticket check, ticket check, please have your tickets ready, the conductor repeated again, walking down the aisles. Getting more nervous by the second, I keep fumbling around my clothes, looking for anything resembling a ticket. He’s getting closer and closer, until he is right next to me. The conductor stops at my seat, “ticket please,” he said. Still fumbling around my jacket I look up at him and say, “sir, I’m sorry, I don’t have,” what’s this? In my pocket, out of nowhere, there is what appears to be a paper-like object. I pull it out, it’s a black ticket, with red writing on it. A chill went up and down my spine. There were goosebumps on my arms and legs.
By Virginia Stackhouse2 years ago in Horror